Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 699 | It was then the concern of View more quotes about masters">masters whether or not they would deign to summon her, a needful, submitted slave, to their feet. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 696 | And she was only an Earth girl, a scion of female slave stock, a barbarian. |
| 24 | 697 | How could he do other than hold her in contempt? Then, exhausted, miserable, aroused, tearful, she, in a sudden swirl of music, concluded her dance, hurling herself to the sand, to her left side, her legs drawn up, she on her left elbow, her right hand lifted piteously to the crowd. |
| 24 | 698 | Then she put her head down, surrendered. |
| 24 | 699 | It was then the concern of masters whether or not they would deign to summon her, a needful, submitted slave, to their feet. |
| 24 | 700 | Quickly then, flushed, in tears, amidst shouting and applause, she sprang to her feet and fled within the area of preparation. |
| 24 | 701 | "Out, out, all of you!" commanded the interior whip master, and the dancers emerged once more, all, to the sand, to receive the plaudits of the crowd. |
| 24 | 702 | The exterior whip master waved expansively to the musicians who rose and, smiling, bowed their heads briefly to the crowd. |
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And she was only an Earth girl, a scion of female slave stock, a barbarian.
How could he do other than hold her in contempt? Then, exhausted, miserable, aroused, tearful, she, in a sudden swirl of music, concluded her dance, hurling herself to the sand, to her left side, her legs drawn up, she on her left elbow, her right hand lifted piteously to the crowd.
Then she put her head down, surrendered.
It was then the concern of masters whether or not they would deign to summon her, a needful, submitted slave, to their feet.
Quickly then, flushed, in tears, amidst shouting and applause, she sprang to her feet and fled within the area of preparation.
"Out, out, all of you!" commanded the interior whip master, and the dancers emerged once more, all, to the sand, to receive the plaudits of the crowd.
The exterior whip master waved expansively to the musicians who rose and, smiling, bowed their heads briefly to the crowd.
- (Prize of Gor)